The Background
A majesty up amidst the spring cold,
I watch and see the high meadow unfold,
springtime sedges, all vibrant, green, and new,
bleached gray rock, from when the glaciers passed through,
a high lake, so blue it practically gleams,
mirror-smooth surface reflects alpine scenes,
rock peaks rising, jagged to the eye,
an ancient sea-floor, thrown up to the sky,
stone laid down slanted, like a layer cake,
talus slopes plunge where the big rocks did break,
trees rise below, conifers, mostly spruce,
scattering of flowers, red, yellow, and blue,
stare at a vision I am loathe to disturb...
but it's just the background on my computer.
...sigh...back to work...
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